In pursuit of truth and beauty
Between the limits
Of my own small scope,
I cannot see the light
That leads beyond the rubble,
Or the restoring of order
And unity of chaos.
But from this great despair
There comes a gift of hope
For in my frail uncertain thoughts
And in the worldly wreckage
There is nothing else that can be done
But to turn and cling to truth.
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You see yourself frozen
Behind the glass
A portrait of imperfections
In the beyond you cannot reach
But this is not how I see you
You see your eyes searching
Desperation in the lines
Around your mouth
And in an overeager gaze
But this is not how I see you
You are
If I told you would you
You are
If I tell you will you
You are
If I tell you will you listen
You are enough
New life is rising,
Out of the ashes comes hope,
Dare to dream again.
Promises broken,
Old scars and wounds left unhealed
Have power no more.
A reminder that beauty does not depend on the world’s words:
The paint is peeling on the walls,
What once was pale and blue
Each scar a faded story,
Once loved, once found, once true
Tiles that never come quite clean,
Beneath chipped wooden legs
Surface scratched and marred from use,
Life down to the dregs
We often are so blind
We do not see beyond ourselves,
Little things of value
So elude our reach
For we do not reach at all,
We sit and hold our hands,
Fancy things we’ve learned as set,
Staunch, unchanging things
The one who’s never noticed,
The one who’s on the side
The one who’s always waiting
The one who says she’s fine
The one who keeps on wishing,
But dreams they turn to smoke
The one who thinks he sees her
When her heart’s all that’s broke
Life hands out my chances,
I cannot but comply
Follow them in trances,
And either smile or sigh
For I live within them,
A slave of what they say
Joy is a fragile gem
And peace a flick’ring ray
They fade when darkness falls,
And shatter under stress
In worldly triumph call,
Dependent on success
I’m looking for a place,
A place where I belong
For one familiar face
Who’ll listen to my song
The melody’s inside,
I treasure it within,
How long can it abide
With clips upon its wings?
I struggle to be heard,
My soul tries to take flight
Quite like a fragile bird,
Kept captive from the light
I want to walk the wire,
To wander through the clouds
Removed from mud and mire,
No slave of jostling crowds
To keep my footing sure,
And walk this narrow road,
Strong, balanced and secure,
Relieved of earthly loads
I graze the leafy tops,
Trees strewn across the sky
This strung path never stops,
It stretches past the eye